Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.